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Misadventures of the mind at the Wal-Mart November 29, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Amber falls, and in this light, it looks more orange than yellow,

and well it should, I think to myself and chuckle,

then the man next to me in line at the Wal-Mart lifts an

eyebrow, he doesn’t see any Bluetooth wireless head gear

so he has every right to be unamused by my amusement,

and its reasonable for him to take a step back as he observes

what seems to be the typical middle-aged man on the edge of

elderly mutterings and at the fringe of his stratosphere,

riffing and skipping off into the dark blue, alone.

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